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ovaryacted · 1 month
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im ngl whenever i see someone write leon and say he has a HUGE MONSTER COCK i genuinely just. have to take a short break to stare at a wall and question Why. LMAO
im tired of it broke is giving everyone giant dicks woke is giving average and smaller dicks love like pleaseee yall im actually begging
Listen anon, same. I love the mention of a size kink and a big fat cock as much as the next person believe me, but I also know it doesn't apply to everyone you know? Like with certain characters, they have the "big dick" archetype, one look at them and you just know it's fucking big: Joel Miller, Arthur Morgan, Chris Redfield, etc.
It's not necessarily that I don't think Leon wouldn't have a big dick if that's what you want to imagine, but I think it would be more fitting if he was just an average guy with an average sized dick, it suits him more. Easier to suck and fuck anyway, and it's really pretty to look at, so I'd love to take that any day of the week. Also just as a whole, I feel like big dicks are already set as the standard through pornography and I have my personal gripes with porn cause sometimes it just ruins things that can be enjoyable in real life.
Personally, I only like making explicit mentions to a big fat dick when it comes to monsterfucking, and in this case, any variation of Leon that falls under that umbrella would have a huge, thick pp and a very bad breeding kink. (Cough Plagas!Leon cough).
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fagdykebassboy · 7 months
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i better get these stupid fucking ptv tickets i dont care about blink i need to be in that pit ‼️‼️
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mountinez · 1 year
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💌Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌
When I say that I'm like Lady Gaga and want to shower you with: " talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender..." except the last part I don't want to put you in a blender; you're too precious! You need to be kept somewhere safe and warm!
I don't think there's enough words in any human language that can describe how incredible you are. The way you think and express yourself is incomparable. I think you are a kind soul and the way you interact with others speaks volumes about your character and your kindness. I love the passion in which you speak, it doesn't matter if it's about F1, Football, neymessi, Brasil etc it's captivating bc how much you care! And I think I've seen you apologize a few times when you get in your feels and feel sad or bummed out about something,but I just wanted to let you know that there's nothing to apologize for 💚 the fact you feel so much is very beautiful and humane!
Also FNZHFXHFZFU dudeeee!! I love your analysis!!!! I eat those up like a box of cookies! I sent you the neymessi/kunessi ask and I can't wait for your response! (I mean it's oki if u dont tho! I know your inbox is blown like crazyy! Hahah) 💚
ok, i had to take a deep breath to answer this without crying.
literally what the fuck. you are so lovely, so kind to me in this. every single word here is like a hug :') i'm glad you don't think about putting me in a blender. i'm so tiny that i'd probably fit in those giant ones 😭 pls don't give anyone ideas. i'm fragile, haha!
but whats is not fragile is the love i feel right now. i feel my heart full with all this, and all i can think about is that i don't deserve all this kindness. anyways, i'm really so lucky to have met all of your guys;
talking about you, particularly. you are so amazing, i love your interactions and PLEASE your asks and the tiktoks you send me. it is like to have someone that really cares for everyone. you are important here for all of us. and please, you being this sweet and supportive towards me means the world :')
i wish i could be more present to everyone and make the life of each one of you better. y'all deserve it! you particularly deserves the world, bestie. thank u for so much love <3
(and pleaseeeee, i have that one saved on my drafts. i'll answer you for sure, don't worry! but it actually needs to be the perfect answer. wait for meee <3);
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You're so passionate.. Wish I had a mindset like that.
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Uh-Uhmmmm! S-Sorry to interrupt on your conversation buuut...
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I-It wasnt A Heatstroke... O-Or a fever!! F-For once.. I-I dont... I dont know what it is!!
*!?*
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I-I promise to figure it out!! Ju-Just let me keep him for a twenty-four hour observation!! I-I'll call you as soon as I figure it out I swear it!! Please dont hate meee!!
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Y'know.. Teruteru is like Kai in a way, a fucked up mystery, not fucked up in a bad way, but fucked up in a traumatized, and physical way. Aload of abilities, with shit like that others will start to depend on him to fight their battles. But on the off chance dont you think all the energy being used is too strong to bare? Even for Teruteru.. To keep using it day after day after day.. It'd be exhausting. Can you even recall the last time he was given a break that wasnt just half a day? Can you? You cant. Be honest with yourselves you both depend on him too. And what was it Gin said when he was in life threatning danger?
"Big bro Teruuu!!!! Do something, pleaseeeee! I dont wanna dieeeee!"
*He..*
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Gin only said Terus name, Gin only depended on Teru to save him, he didnt depend on anybody else. For all we know, Teruteru could just be putting on a mask to hide his actual feelings. Even from you Fuyuhiko. Just. Like. Kai.
*. . . . . .*
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Dont take it as me being an asshole here, think of it as me actually giving two shits to even suggest that.
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Teruteruuuuuu!
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He's been forcing himself to put on a mask his whole life. He hates the thought of being a burden to those that he cares about to the point where he'd even push himself past his breaking point to ensure our safety and happiness that he often forgets about his own. He allows others to put so much weight on his shoulders because he feels he needs to. From birth to present he's always been depended on by others. I want to help him, but he just won't let me. I don't want to use force cause I know how much he hates that. And yet... he forces himself to keep pushing... No matter how much he hates it.
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nightfall-kachiniko · 3 years
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MATEEE mikasa annie and pieck reacting to their s/o ignoring them as a yt prank? 👄👄
OOML YES
AOT GIRLS REACT! You ignoring them for a YouTube prank
Includes:..Mikasa, Annie, and pieck
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Mikasa:
- Normally Your super talkative so when you didn’t talk to her at all for the few 10 minutes after you woke up she was kind of upset. “Y/n,” she called out you name as you stirred the coffee, adding in your creamer and flavoring.
- “Babe?” No response. She went up behind you and hugged you from behind, resting her head on your neck as she glared at you with her tired eyes. “Darling? Stop ignoring meee” she whined out, hugging you tighter. You pushed her away and sipped your coffee,
- “babe? Is it something I did?” She asked. BROO YOU WANTED TO HIG HER SO BAD AND SAY YOU WERE SORRY BUT YOU WENT ON WITH IT-
- she got all like 🥺 ‘what did I do?’ And her cute face AWWW
- “baby? Can I have a hug? Or a kiss? Something?”
- please SHESS so soft to you PFTT AWWW
-All Mika did was look at you and than turned away, her face a bit sad. “Okay..I’ll talk to you later then,”
- You eventually got all 🥺 and started tearing up, sad that you could do that to her ;(
- “baby it’s a joke! NOO mikaaa! ;(“ You ran up in her arms, hugging her, “I’m sorry honey it was a prank for youtubeee”
- “don’t do that..”
Pieck:
-Pieck had just gotten home from work and had already tried to wrap her fragile arms around you, just for them to be pushed away.
-“hm? Y/n? Dove?” She commented, questioning your reasoning for avoiding her touch. You just ignored her, your mind racing thinking of how she’ll react and somewhat trying to hold in your laughter.
- “y/nnn..baby can we go to bed pleaseeeee?” Pieck whined, grabbing your arm softly. And yet again you pulled away, ignoring her. “Babe? What’s wrong?” She asked. You did nothing but just sit on the dining tables chairs, scrolling on your phone.
- “Love? W-wait what happened? What did I do?” Pleading for you to tell her what’s wrong.
- no response yet again
- “baby?”
-her face turned into worry, scared she did something wrong
-“honey I’m sorry if I did anything to hurt you, can you tell me what I did? I promise I won’t do it again..”
- YOU HAD TO STOP IT WAS SO CUTE
- “you know what you did”
- “n-no baby I don’t.. what did I do love?”
-“ your this fucking cute”
- “h-huh-“ your girlfriend said on the verge of tears-
- “babyyy I was jokingggg it’s a prank for youtube! “ you said
-“ I could just kill you! “
Annie:
(BRO IM SO SORRY I FORGOT LMAO I MISSREAD IT)
- Annie had just came home from her workout, giving you enough time to set up the camera and wait for the action (evil laugh)
- “oi, baby I’m home” you heard your girlfriend say as she closed the door, locking it behind her. You sat on the couch watching the tv, trying to ignore her.
-“hm?” She turned around when she didn’t get that sweet “oh welcome back!” Response she normally gets.
- “babe?” She said turning around facing you.
- ignored her
- “babe?”
- ignored her again.
-“uhm? Hello?” She waved her hand infront of you, trying to get your attention as you just stared at the tv.
-“what the fuck-?” She asked, grabbing the remote and turning off the screen. “Babe!?” She said a bit more sterner.
- she just gave you a confused look as you rolled your eyes and put back on the tv. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” You heard her ask. “The fuck?” She said after still not getting a response. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”
-you tsked, acting irritated as you switched the channels sucking your teeth. She let out a small ‘bitch? 😀’ laugh before saying “I know you did not just suck your teeth at me”
- you couldn’t hold in your laughter as you busted out giggling hard. Her response was just the look she gave you before heading to put her towel in the laundry
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harryfeatgaga · 3 years
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Imagine if you and Harry are making out and it’s getting really heated you’re kissing down his body teasing your finger along the band of his briefs. You’re unzipping his pants and he just breathlessly says “baby you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want” (bc hello respectful consent king) and you’re just like “oh okay☺️” and hop off him and lay on your side off the bed with your tits out and start scrolling through your phone. And he’s just sat there like 😧 bc he did want you to do smth but didn’t want you to feel pressured. You eventually side eye him and he’s still just 👁👄👁 at you so you giggle and go back to straddling him. Ughhh the cheeky banter and playful situations always kill meee!!!
OHHKNGHJFNJVJ MY GOD PLEASEEEEE STOP I LOVE THIS TOO WHAT THE FUCK
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killer-barnes · 7 years
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Sick Day
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Tom Holland x Reader
Request: Yes
Summary: After finding out your boyfriend is sick, you come to his rescue with a shit ton of snuggles and medicine.
Word Count: 1,310
Warnings: Language, fluff, sick!Tom, phobia of being sick (?), needy!Tom, snuggles beyond this world (lemme tell ya, GEEZ.)
A/N: Guess who’s back, m'friends! I apologize for my sudden “disappearance” lol. School and personal stuff has been really weighing me down. I won’t share the juicy details. For the anon that requested this, I hope I did it justice. :// As always, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy reading!
Waking up on a bright, sunny Saturday, you jump out of bed with a giddiness in your bones.
Maybe it was because of the weekend… or possibly the Ben & Jerry’s ice cream you have saved for your binge day today.
Either way, you were bubbling with so much happiness that it started to alarm you. Especially since you weren’t one to really express emotions all the time. 
However, that was put to a halt when you got a text from your boyfriend, Tom.
Tom: To Y/N
Baaaabe, I think I’m sick.
Oh, c'mon!
Pushing those thoughts of having a binge weekend to the back of your mind, you fill up with worry and concern. 
Y/N: To Tom
What? Are you okay, baby?
You anxiously await for his reply. Your eyes darting to and away from the screen.
You were so worried since he has such a bad phobia of being sick and can barely take care of himself when he is feeling unwell. 
I should probably be with him…
Hearing a ding, you quickly open the text.
Tom: To Y/N
Noo, please come over. I need you, love, pleaseeeee. I don’t want to be alone.
Feeling your heart sink, you reply as fast as your fingers will move.
Y/N: To Tom
Aww, baby. I’m coming, okay? I have to stop by the store before I head to your place. Do you need anything?
Tom: To Y/N
I need you. It hurtsss, please hurry ;(
After reading his text, you change out of your pajamas into a simple pair of jeans along with a tee.
Hurriedly heading towards the bathroom, you address the rat nest that is your hair and brush the living shit out of it.
Grabbing a few necessities like your phone, a charger, extra clothes, and some hygiene products, you stuff the items into a bag.
Knowing you’ll get something to eat at Tom’s, you slip on a pair of shoes and grab your purse while halfway out the door, making sure to lock behind you.
Off to the store I go…
Walking into the grocery store a few minutes from Tom’s apartment, you grab a small cart and rethink the items you’ll need to get for your poor, sick boyfriend.
Soup
Medicine
Ice cream
Ginger Ale
Heading towards the soup isle, you grab a few cans of tomato and chicken noodle in case he wants one or the other.
You were always sharp in these situations because you were sick a lot when you were younger and had to take care of yourself most of the time.
Your parents were always working, so you had to fend for yourself, even though they bought all the supplies, of course.
Setting those into the cart, you venture to get the other items as you feel your phone vibrate in your purse.
Knowing it is Tom, you open the message.
Tom: To Y/N
Y/NNNNN, where are you? Please don’t forget about meee.
Rolling your eyes with a smile plastered on your lips, you text back.
Y/N: To Tom
I’m at the store, Tommy. I’ll be there soon, okay? I promise I’m almost done. Hold tight!
Shoving the phone into your butt pocket, you race to get the other items, Tom’s sickness overriding your thoughts.
Arriving outside of his apartment, you grab the grocery bags and head your way up to the door, while trying to grab the keys from your pocket.
Tom decided to give you a set of keys since you were almost always there, eating away at his array of delicious food and tremendous display of video games.
After opening the front door, you call out for him.
“Baby, I’m here! I’ve got stuff for you. I’m going to heat up some soup.”
Not hearing a noise, you assume he fell asleep and walk to the kitchen to prepare the meal.
As you are stirring the soup, you hear faint footsteps approaching you, causing you to turn around to see the “guest”.
Tom appears behind you, his eyes tired, nose and cheeks red, and his whole body shivering, despite wearing soft pajama pants and a long sleeve.
Frowning at him, you realize how sick he must feel.
“Look at you… My poor baby. Have you eaten anything? I’m making you some soup. Go sit down, I’ll bring it to you.”
Closing his eyes, he answers with his voice nasally and tired as he absorbs your body heat with a tight grip around your middle.
“It hurts so bad, Y/N. I don’t like this,” Tom whimpers, his breath heavy against your skin.
On instinct, you rake your hands through his hair, softly tugging at the ends.
“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you, baby. Go lay on the couch while I get you your soup, mkay?”
Feeling him shiver at the touch of your hands in his hair, he slowly draws back, whining in the process.
Groaning as he trudges towards the couch, you hear him flop and let out a quiet sigh.
After about 10 minutes, the soup is done. Once you put it into a bowl, you make your way to the couch where Tom is laying.
As you approach you see him soundly sleeping.
Fuck…
He needs to eat, but he looks so peaceful.
Should I wake him up o-
As if on cue, Tom stirs in his sleep, whimpering in pain as he wakes up.
“Hey, baby. How’re you feeling? Here, eat this up,” you coo to him.
Rubbing his eyes with the hand that’s not clutching his stomach, he ducks his head in embarrassment of what he’s about to ask.
“U-Uh, c-could you feed it to me? It hurts to m-move.”
Soft concern grazes your features as you move to sit next to him.
“Of course, baby. Here, open wide!”
You imitate an airplane as Tom’s throaty laugh fills your ears, but soon turns into a coughing fit.
Lightly slapping his back, you pull him on top of your lap.
“I’m so sorry you’re hurting, baby. I wish I could take it away.”
Instead of replying, Tom sinks against your chest as you begin to feed him.
Two cans of soup and about a third of the way through the Star Wars films, you feel Tom jolt in your lap, pain lacing his voice as he lets out a cry.
He looks like he’s going to be sick…
Fuck…
He hates this part most of all.
My poor baby…
He bolts to the nearest trash can, emptying out the little amount of food he had in his system.
You were right behind him the whole time, so when he slumps against the ground crying and shaking from fear, you guide him back to the couch and into your lap again.
His cries fill the room as you stroke his hair and scrape softly against his scalp.
“Shh, shh, baby. You’re okay, you’re okay. I know you don’t like this, I’m sorry. It hurts me to see you like this.”
Deciding to get into a more comfortable position, you lay down against the arm of the couch as Tom lies across your middle, clutching onto your now tear-stained shirt.
His cries die down, but he is still shaking under your touch.
Tom’s whimpers escape every so often, the pain still present throughout his body.
You lift your face towards his ear and with your lips pressed against his lobe, you whisper comforting words while running a hand up and down his back with one still tangled in his gorgeous locks.
Tom’s breathing dies down into a peaceful hum, indicating he has fallen asleep.
You continue to play with his hair and rub soft circles around his stomach as you feel Tom relax in his sleep.
You’ll be okay, my baby.
I will always take care of you…
A/N: Hopefully this gave y’all Tom feels. I’d love to hear what you have to say! Constructive criticism is always appreciated, so don’t be afraid to talk to me. 
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